David Wilcox - "Blow Em' Away" at The Grey Eagle (3.1.09)

[TinkGerman]

David rules..

[skarpes]

I think he missed a couple of verses from Chuck Brodsky's original, which by the way, sounds better anyways...

[holycowdude]

This song was written by another great Asheville singer/songwriter, Chuck Brodsky. He's great!! Everyone should check out Chuck Brodsky's music.

[catamia123]

You tube only permits so many characters of text per comment box. Unfortunately - I had to load the lyrics out of order ...but if you go to my first entry and read from the bottom to the top... you eventually get the lyrics. This song is not written my David Wilcox

sally

[catamia123]

Little ol' lady, bless her heart.

She's walkin' her poodle 'cross the boulevard.

It was wearin' a red knit sweater, little knitted hat

Probably named "Fifi" or somethin' stupid like that!

I say, "Here Fifi"

Pulled out my pistol

Blew it away

[catamia123]

a motorcycle, who's ridin' between Oh, look He's splittin' lanes, if you know what I mean This cuttin' in line that's an act of war I saw him comin'. I opened my door. Knocked him over Pulled out my pistol Blew 'em away. Jesse James- behind the wheel It's high noon in my automobile You call me crazy, You call me sick Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quick

[catamia123]

I pull up behind him Pull out my pistol Blow 'em away Jesse James behind the wheel It's high noon in my automobile You call me crazy, You call me sick Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quick Son of a bitch, he cut me off. Three whole lanes he pulled across Made me mad. Made me swerve. Son of a bitch got what he deserved. I pulled up behind him Pulled out my pistol Blew 'em away.

[catamia123]

Enjoy this sing-along with Dave - Every morning, I commute. Mild-mannered man. In a business suit. When I wanna come home at the end of my day There's all these other cars stacked up in my way. I pull up behind one Pull out my pistol Blow 'em away When I'm driving my car I wanna go fast But there's this slow car, won't let me pass I flash my lights. I honk my horn. Well.... I have to consider him warned.